Alone
Again,
Appropriately
In the sweet darkness
And star-blessed silences
That are so gently governed
By Nyx Kaosdottir
I am at last
Free to cry.
Not all weeping
Is sad.
beeseeker
Somewhere between the notes.
Alone
Again,
Appropriately
In the sweet darkness
And star-blessed silences
That are so gently governed
By Nyx Kaosdottir
I am at last
Free to cry.
Not all weeping
Is sad.
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Gunn4
free soul
needs to cry alone
Thank you.